Chapter 513: Hitting Someone in the Face
Chu Zimo really regretted it.
The rubber bullets were like maggots on the tarsal bone, hitting his face one after another, almost without stopping.
If he lowers his head, he will be hit on the top of the head, neck, back of the hand... anyway, the part that is not covered by clothes and hurts the most.
He couldn't keep his face buried in the mud. Who knew where they got the mud from? It was so smelly.
Chu Zimo finally couldn't help but look up.
"Swish... swish... swish..." Three consecutive rubber bullets avoided his eyes and hit his cheeks. One of them hit his nose bridge, making his nose sore instantly and tears came out.
"Damn it!" Chu Zimo wanted to jump up immediately.
Damn, who the hell said you shouldn’t hit someone in the face? His face is almost broken in this short while!
This gun is meant to be loaded.
Under the headlights, the man stood there, holding the gun in both hands. He swung his left hand downwards, and with his right hand, he supported the gun. There was a crisp "click" sound of the gun being loaded. Then, with a swing of his right hand and a push of his leg, before he could even aim, two bullets were fired one after another, hitting him in the face!
Firing with both hands is not a special skill, and many people in the army can do it.
But loading the gun so quickly is not something that ordinary people can do, at least Chu Zimo himself can't do it.
According to his understanding, even among the soldiers under his father's command, those who can achieve this level are the best among the best.
Chu Zimo stared at the figure in the distance, gritting his teeth. His nose ached and tears streamed down his face.
Yo? Are you crying?!
The bullet hits in a good spot, the sound is crisp, and the reaction of the person being hit seems quite interesting.
Yun Mo seemed to have entered a new dimension. She had no sympathy at all and continued to hit his nose.
"Bang bang bang."
The pain was mixed with bitterness, but I couldn't get rid of it.
It was as if she could predict which way to lean or dodge, which was useless.
Even if he violated the requirement of crawling and chose to roll forward, the moment his face was exposed, his nose would inevitably feel sore.
Chu Zimo was so angry that the masseter muscles on his face were shaking, but he simply ignored it, lowered his head, held his breath, and crawled forward!
Yun Mo fired with both hands and continued to chase, and Chu Zimo finally crawled out of her range.
Yun Mo curled her lips. She felt a little regretful that the time was too short and she didn’t get enough fun.
Squinting his eyes, he watched the members of Group B moving in the mud pit.
This is called a moving target?!
Tsk! Stop mocking Mobile!
At such a slow speed, it can only be called a "live target", just alive!
This time she did not actively provoke hatred, but fought in a conventional manner.
Then, several more targets appeared in her sight. Most of them were so focused on crawling forward that they often neglected to cover themselves. Of course, there was really no place to hide here.
Yun Mo pulled the trigger decisively, with a calm and steady attitude. He seemed to be strolling leisurely, but his bullets never missed their targets.
When one person goes over, the second person will come in, and sometimes there will be two or three people in sight at the same time. The smarter ones will cleverly use their teammates' bodies to resist the threat.
The more Yun Mo fought, the more uncomfortable he felt. There were always a lot of smart people. Later on, he found that using teammates to save themselves became the choice of most people.
This is not right, absolutely not right.
They are not enemies, they are teammates. They need tacit understanding and trust, rather than mutual harm and defense.
Yun Mo's eyes deepened. She had already grasped Xiao Feng's intention, which was indeed insidious.
We can't let him go on like this, otherwise the beliefs of this group of people will definitely go astray.
She didn't have time to think about it. The two sides switched positions and it was a new round of unilateral cutting of leeks.
The people in Group A were covered in mud and gasping for breath. Chu Zimo first touched his face, "Hiss..." Damn, the skin must be broken, it hurts so much!
He clenched his fingers tightly, adjusted his breathing, and started shooting.
Give someone a taste of their own medicine!
However, Yun Mo did not give him a chance. She was a little slow and was often passed by other students, blocking Chu Zimo's sight.
Even when there was no one else around, she would dodge from time to time, revealing her face only in the less than ten seconds it took him to change his ammunition, and then she would move forward quickly, disappearing in a moment.
Chu Zimo was so angry that his teeth were itching, and finally he took his anger out on other people. Three-quarters of them were hit on the nose by him.
Slap in the face? Dad is a professional!
Everyone's results were projected onto the big screen in real time. When the data came out, everyone seemed to have found the source of their pain.
"Fuck! Who is Chu Zimo?! Hitting 650 in ten minutes, don't you have a guilty conscience?"
"Did he hit me in the nose?" a recruit from Group A shouted.
"Stop blabbering!" A new recruit from Group B turned to look at the screen. A name stood out in the center. "Didn't Yunmo also hit over 300 enemies?"
"Isn't she from Group A? Isn't this just one round? With over 300 people, doesn't that mean she's taken turns with us all?"
"Where's your face? Damn, you got crushed by a woman, where's your face, brothers?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Go ahead!" An instructor stood at the starting point and kicked a recruit into the mud pit.
This was a training session that tested endurance, vision, and explosive power. Although the rounds were short, physical strength quickly ran out, and by the end, everyone's muscles were limp.
Yunmo has many deductions, but more points, so she doesn't need to do extra training with weights.
Chu Zimo sat gloomily in the corner, surrounded by a large empty space. After a few days of being here, they had gotten to know each other a little better. Most people felt that he was annoying, gloomy, arrogant, and spoke in a sarcastic tone...
Hong Ning slowly moved over and handed him a clean towel: "Brother Chu, wipe it first."
Hong Ning was originally a mecha repairman from a brown dwarf. He had a physical fitness of only B+, fair skin, and was about 1.76 meters tall. Among a group of men who were often 1.9 meters tall, he looked very thin.
He was considered a rare technical soldier in the team and didn't need to participate in such rigorous training. However, Hong Ning wanted to get a spot in the 30 elite ranks so that he could have the most mecha usage rights.
This time, his score was minus more than 300 after deducting the number of effective bullets hit. He was afraid that he would die on this training ground.
But he was optimistic. As his name suggests, Hong Ning was a peaceful and calm person with a particularly good temper. No one on the team disliked him.
Chu Zimo took the towel expressionlessly, his eyes following Yunmo the entire time. Seeing the five of them chatting and laughing, he felt an indescribable feeling. He didn't know whether it was envy or discomfort.
Hong Ning said with a smile: "They have a really good relationship."
Chu Zimo was even more unhappy, and sneered coldly: "If you think it's good, why don't you follow them and come to me?"
Hong Ning is a likable person, but he has been following him these two days. Many people have advised him why he is trying to please someone so cold. Chu Zimo also wants to know, and today he finally found out.
Hong Ning's distinct black and white eyes widened, and he said seriously, "Brother Chu, seriously, your personality is so annoying. If I ignore you, no one else will, so I have no choice but to do it reluctantly..."
Chu Zimo: ...You are the one who is annoying, your whole family is annoying.
(End of this chapter)
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